“Yeah, I know. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. "It'll ease your mind. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. You are one of the Immortals. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force.
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